#so I guess I'll keep writing these up

[jimlingss]

two years!! :D it’s been two years since my final curtain call and seven years since Jimlingss began! Seven years!!! Now that’s a crazy yet meaningful number!

Hello to everyone reading this message :D hopefully you remember me (it’s ok if you don’t) and for those who care, hopefully this is a treat! just a quick update on my life — I successfully completed my first year of law school and what a whirlwind it’s been. 

I’ve had so many ups and downs in the past year and I honestly feel like I’ve changed a lot. like evolved from pichu to pikachu. It was my first time moving away from home, away from my parents, and making so many friends. it’s been 20% bitter and 80% sweet. overall, I feel like I’ve learnt so much about myself and became a lot more stable in who I am.

school is hard but completely manageable. luckily, I don’t think my choice was wrong. there are days I quite enjoy what I’m learning. I got 2 years left in the game. soon (hopefully) I’ll be making the big bucks $$$ and I’ll be able to fund my sugar baby dreams (except I’ll also be my own sugar mommy). Although my dating life is as stale as always with 0 movement, I’ve become close with a handful of folks that I hold dearly to my heart. guess I’m in my friendship arc hahahaha

funny enough, I actually came back to this blog out of my own volition 2 weeks ago and re-read some of my stories. I feel so nostalgic. some of my stories really slap ngl. anyway, I really miss creative writing so much. Fortunately, there’s a few extracurriculars at school that allow me to write creatively so it’s somewhat of an outlet for me. it’s not fully satisfying but it’s something!!

I regularly come back to tumblr to check messages and do plagiarism checks lol. Speaking of which, I’ll take this time to answer some messages in my inbox.

unfortunately, i don’t have any socials that anyone can follow me on. my socials are pretty private and only the people who i’m close to, I follow and vice versa. but no worries because I will always come back to this blog to do a yearly update so you’ll hear from me! I will satiate your curiosity if you’re every curious about what I’m up to!!

for anyone who ever messages me compliments to my stories and/or missing my presence, no worries, I read them all :) your messages and feedback is never lost! it’s very sweet and always warms my heart.

if you can’t reach my masterlist, it’s here lol

I’ve kind of fallen off my fic reading game so if you ask me if I know a specific fic, I won’t be much of help unfortunately ://

if my fics ever help you through hard times, then I’m super glad!!! life can undoubtably be downright terrible. life can really really suck (understatement). but I think it’s comforting to know that everyone at some point thinks the same. it’s a universal sentiment - and in that, you’re not alone.

anyway, that’s it for now! you’ll hear from me again!

I’ll be back! And I hope you will too! :>

#also more updates I guess - I did indeed travel to Japan this year! #it was a blast #in terms of the book writing process #my brain has not been operating in that way so I still am at a standstill #I actually had a dream recently that I couldn't even write a poem #hahaha my book writing dreams haven't died tho - I'LL DO IT ONE DAY #on another note - I haven't been keeping up with BTS that much #other than knowing that Jin and Hoseok have headed off to the army #which imo is a good thing cause that makes us one day closer to an ot7 album again #also Jimin's solo slaps #Like Crazy and Alone are on my playlist woooo #what bangers #I hope everyone has been doing well #I am manifesting success and money and love for everyone who reads this WOOOOOOOOOO #Jimlingss

[writeouswriter]

Reading a fic that's so well written I wish I could close my eyes and just let the descriptions and atmosphere wash over me, but the dilemma with closing my eyes is, well, I then would not be able to continue reading this fic, now would I.

#fanfiction #fanfic #reading #i don't read longform fic very often but this one is so good wow i'm in awe and clicking next chapter next chapter #the movie it's for I'm not even a particular major fan of itself but I am a fan of the character and the ideas and oh my god #they perfect it to a tee in every way even better than the movie could and yet keep their characterization spot on in line with the og #it's amazing the way they balance the humour and banter with the suspense/tension and drama/horror #and their descriptions are gorgeous/pick out just the right details #their follow-up is more canonical to me as a sequel than the actual official sequel which is wrong in so many ways #and I am in love with their writing style so much my god #i'll say the fic if asked probably will honestly make a rec post for it when I'm done just because wow but here i'm just vague posting #i mean it's 10 yrs old and I've been reading fic for 8-9 yrs and it is truly one of the best I've read in all of that #from all my tags I mean you can labour a guess for the fandom or fic and if you were to guess it wow good job I'd be impressed #but anyway !!! love finding masterpieces I hope this person decided to become an author in those 10 yrs almost *sobs* #I'm gonna say the fic anyway whatever it's From Out the Ocean Risen by Bluestar god it's good (for p/acific r/im)

[kiwiana-writes]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday

Thanks @blairwaldcrf and @ssmtskw for the tags! This is technically only five sentences, but there is also some wanton semicolon abuse, so I think it counts.

The thing about Alex is, he’s always ten steps ahead of himself. When faced with a problem, more often than not the solution will come to him fully formed and he has to pick up the thread and walk it backwards through the labyrinthine pathways of his brain’s logic until all the twists and turns fit together; until he understands the steps to take to get himself from point A to point B. He’s always been this way, to the confusion of most people around him and the dismay of more than one high school math teacher begging him to show his working. The point is, he knows that what he’s looking at is how they get June home safely. He just needs to fit all the puzzle pieces together so he understands how.

Forever feeling feral for whatever y'all are up to, so tags below the cut and, as always, anyone who wants to play! (If you take the open tag please tag me so I can see!!)

@affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @celaestis1 @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @cultofsappho @daisymae-12 @dumbpeachjuice @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @hypnostheory @iboatedhere @indestructibleheart @indomitable-love @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @lilythesilly @myheartalivewrites @nontoxic-writes @orchidscript @rmd-writes @roseapothecary @sherryvalli @ships-to-sail @smc-27 @sparklepocalypse @stereopticons @suseagull04 @tintagel-or-cockleshells @welcometololaland 

#six sentence sunday #kiwiana-writes #wip: years of dreams just can't be wrong #calling myself out with this description of Alex's brain let's be real #and also my third form maths teacher who used to DOCK MARKS if I didn't show my working #but he was an asshole of the highest order for a multitude of reasons #also I seem to have accidentally committed to the Anastasia AU being next I guess #lowkey not loving anything I write at the moment so we'll see what happens #though tbh if the kings keep playing as well as they have I'll probably end up in the hockey bf henry sequel sooner rather than later #also this is baby's first gif lol #so if it's shit don't fucking @ me I don't care

[another-clive-blog]

Thinking about the Clive and Bill parallels again...

Both started with pretty average goals (gaining money / getting closure). Both became obsessed with said goals to the point of going through with their plans no matter the cost. Both became consumed by the desire to pursue a goal that isn't actually achievable (You can get more money but it will never feel like it's enough. You can lash out in anger but it won't make the anger go away). Both ended up killing innocents.

And yet.

Bill getting rid of his humanity in the hopes of getting money. Clive getting rid of his money in the hopes of getting his humanity back. Bill claiming he despises people like Clive when he has himself killed innocents for his own selfish plans. Clive claiming he hates politicians and scientists but still using science to build a mecha and politics to justify its use. Bill hiding everything, hiding from Claire that the machine isn't ready, hiding his crime from everyone. Clive exposing everything, exposing his secret base to Layton, exposing Bill and Dimitri's crime by his staging. Bill covering up the incident while Clive broadcasted his crime inside the fortress.

I don't know where I was going with this. Maybe that prime minister Bill looks like a honest citizen, just your regular Londoner really, while Clive is so obviously violent and destructive : and yet, Clive is the dove and Bill the hawk. Funny.

#In today's episode of 'Syl states the obvious' LOL #But yeah basically looks can be deceiving for them both I guess =) #This is once again a very simplified version. Hence why I don't go into too many details #Like Bill losing his humanity is the very moment he decided the risk was worth it. It's not even the explosion itself #Clive doesn't feel like a human because he's so alienated. He's ready to kill people. But he's hoping to get saved. Wrong actions ofc #It's actually so very important to me that Clive goes to jail but we aren't told a thing about Bill. Bill keeps everything a secret #Dimitri also has parallels with both. One day I'll write a good detailed analysis about these 3 #clive dove #bill hawks #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #my analysis #This goes without saying but they're both assholes btw. Idc about the actual goals or characters they're both in the wrong and messed up

[amugoffandoms]

IT'S DAY EIGHT GUYS OF MILGRAMTOBER HERE WE GOOOO

What is a queen bee (idiom)?

The queen bee is a woman who holds the most important position in a place.

Why do bees reject (overthrow) their queen?

The colony will reject their queen if they are unsatisfied. Figuratively speaking, she is voted out.

Muu is at the top of her school, she'd like to think.

She's got people listening to her every word, clinging on to it.

Classmates telling her everything that happens in this school.

People sent to stop people who want to dethrone her classmates that just aren't liked.

Maybe she feels a little bad for the bullying that happens in her school, but...

It's... she's at the top. She has people listening, people who like her. They're her friends.

So... isn't that good enough?

...it's not like everything that happens is her fault after all.

She's just the Queen, the Queen Bee of the school. She's not the person who does all of these things (usually). She's just a "bystander." So, she has nothing to do with what happens.

Other people go out and do these things for her. Anything that happens is not her fault. It can't be. If not hers, then whose fault is it?

But, she honestly doesn't understand what's going on now.

Muu hums as she walks through the halls, hands behind her back. She's not with her group of friends this time because she woke up a little late for them to walk to school together.

Muu passes by a corner and hears snickers. She looks around and sees laughing faces half hidden behind hands.

It's like they're trying to hide the fact they're laughing at her.

People are laughing at her. What? What is going on? This doesn't make any sense. Everyone liked her. Everyone likes her. They listen to her and her every word.

So, what is this?

...Muu stops walking and whips around to the laughing faces.

"Stop laughing!"

The laughter stops for a moment before it grows in volume.

"Muu said stop! Shut up! Listen to her!"

The laughter grows and grows and Muu places her hands over her ears.

She turns around and runs away from the growing laughter.

Eventually, she sees her classroom and—

Muu bumps into someone. Looking at the person who turned around, it's Sayu. She has to know.

"S-Sayu, what's going on? Muu doesn't understand. Why is everyone laughing at her?" Muu asks, begging for an answer.

"What did Muu do...?" She whispers, her eyes suddenly feeling wet.

Sayu scoffs. "Seriously, Muu? You're seriously acting like you're so innocent?"

"Muu doesn't know what she did wrong. Please, just tell her—!"

"Shut up. Leave me alone, you whine so much." Sayu walks away, leaving Muu confused and hurt.

Unsure of what to do next, she slowly walks over to her classroom. Opening the door, she looks around.

"No one's here." Muu exhales, relieved, and walks over to her seat.

She sits down and places her head on the table.

She's lucky, she thinks as she takes a glance around the room. No one has gotten to her classroom just yet—

The chalkboard.

She knows she shouldn't stare at it, but she is.

"You're looking down on us, aren't you?"

"...'Trash'noki Mu ❤️."

"Just benefits from her parents."

"Worth less than a cockroach."

What?

What did Muu do wrong? She... She didn't do anything wrong, right? She just played along with what everyone wanted. She was the Queen because she was and she was important. Everyone listened to her. So, what did she do?

It's not her fault what happens to others. Everyone just did what they told and she followed her word. So...

What happened can't be her fault, right?

#mug writes #muu kusunoki #kusunoki muu #mu kusunoki #kusunoki mu #milgram #milgramtober2023 #milgram fanfic #milgram fanfiction #it's funny because i'm writing this the exact same time as i'm writing after pain tl muu #ANYWAYS this was fun #it's kinda hard for me to write bullying or bullies #so i hope this kinda worked out?? hopefully?? #if anyone's wondering about the names i got them from after pain or made them up #guess what guys i learned that in one of my fics i mistranslated a name (It was Aa not Ai) head in hands #i'll be keeping it as Ai because i wanna be consistent (but i am upset about this revelation) #OH also i know that what muu is in inmf is heavily debated #i'm just using the idea of her being a Queen Bee and her friends being part of her 'hive'

[littleoddwriter]

Because I keep questioning my own writing a lot; especially in terms of ending a short story... sometimes, it really is easier to just treat what you write like a movie or a TV show you're watching. Especially if it's a short fic that is basically just a single scene. Like... Would there be a scene change now and it'd feel complete? If yes, then it's an appropriate ending. If no, then either you write one more paragraph or let it rest for a bit, come back to it, and see how you feel. Or you find a spot a little earlier because sometimes scenes can drag on for too long and need to be cut shorter in order to be satisfying and make sense.

#i treat all of my writing like it's a movie or something because i'm a very visual thinker and i imagine everything vividly #so it comes naturally and that's the only way i can somewhat assure myself that the cut i made or the ending is appropriate enough #sometimes i'll still be unsure but heyyy it is what it is i guess #if i keep rewriting it any more i'll delete the whole thing eventually so whatever #anyway this is about the fic i just posted because holy fuck i was so proud when i finished writing it this morning #then i kept re-reading it to make sure it all makes sense and there aren't any grave mistakes #and every time i read the ending paragraph i got more and more confused #until i had rewritten it like 10 times and deleted the entire paragraph to end the scene a little earlier #because if this short fic was a scene in a movie or a TV episode it'd have been fine #there's no more to it necessarily #and the ending paragraph was just to wrap it up some more but it wasn't at all necessary #hopefully it doesn't feel too abrupt now tho omg hdsffhkds #jesse.talks

[ghostussy]

     Forced Bliss

     Copia x Insomniac, Chronic Pain reader 

     / / / 

     First off, I am so sorry for the lack of content lately. Life has kicked me in the metaphorical dick about a million times this month. And on top of everything else, I’m dealing with arthritis and depression flare-ups thanks to the changing weather. Please, take this fic as a peace offering. <3 

      Also if anyone has any advice for managing arthritis throughout the night, it would be greatly appreciated! Mine keeps waking me up and I am tired lol

     TW: Mentions of chronic pain, insomnia, high emotions/sobbing, breakdown

. . .

      It was late at night when you went for a stroll in the Abbey; much too late for anyone to be awake, save for the ghouls. They were always up to something mischievous; sometimes it seemed as though they never slept. You could hear their faint shouts from down the hall, confirming that they were awake and causing trouble, as usual. The sounds of chaos provided a small comfort, serving as a small reminder that others resided in the building and that you were not alone. 

     Of course, it was too late for you to be walking throughout the cold Ministry halls as well, and you predicted that Sister Imperator would have your head if she discovered you. Still, you kept walking; you should be in bed, but you found yourself unable to sleep. The few moments of rest you had gotten were fitful, and plagued by nightmares. Of course, these nightmares were unlike the ones you had seen in movies; there was no thrashing, no calling out into the night; and certainly no one to comfort you. You had felt the panic set in slowly, strategically burning at the edges of your mind as you fought through your sleepy haze. Finally, you had woken up, gasping into your pillow. You had clumsily dove to your side table, frantically searching for the switch to your lamp and knocking over anything that got in your way. You felt yourself spill a glass of water, tossing papers, nudging your glasses and medications until they fell onto the floor. By the time you had finally managed to turn on the light, the table and the surrounding area was a mess. You had stared at it for a moment, the panic beginning to subside. Then, you eased yourself onto the floor and began to sob quietly. 

     After a few moments of this, the room that once provided a sanctuary to you felt suffocating. Now, here you were, walking aimlessly, trying desperately to clear your head.  

     As you crept down the dim hallways, you noticed how beautiful the Ministry was at night. The moon shone through the windows, casting a faint glow all around you. Altars sat alongside the walls, the still-burning candles illuminating dancing shadows down the hallway. You approached the window, looking outside into the courtyard. You looked up, gazing lovingly into the night sky. It was a clear night, and the stars peppered the sky, almost as if the universe had it’s own set of freckles. 

     You sat there for a while, longer that you’d intended; eyes transfixed on the sky, you were unaware of your surroundings. 

     You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a small cough from behind you.

     Turning around, you were met with a very tired-looking Copia, dressed in his usual sweatsuit. His makeup had been washed off, and sleep was in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was soft and gruff, as though he had just been woken up from a deep sleep. “Hello there, cara. May I ask what you are doing out of bed so late?” 

     You stammered, panicking at having been caught. “O-oh, my deepest apologies, papa! I was simp, ah- simply going for a walk, is all. To, uh, clear my head.”

     He continued to look at you with raised eyebrows, and you felt as though he was staring right through you in search of the truth. 

     “I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted tiredly after a moment. While this wasn’t the only reason to be out of bed, it was still technically the truth. 

    His gaze softened as he looked at you. “Oh, ragazzo. You poor thing. You must be so tired, si? Come, please let me help you get back to sleep.”

     “Oh, no, papa, don’t worry yourself. Please, go back to bed. I will return to my bedroom as well.” You faked a small yawn, hoping he would buy it.

     He gently wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you flinched at the sudden contact. “Little one, you are still shaking. Please, allow me to provide you some comfort.”

     You pulled away, and he moved his arm so you could easily do so. “I’m not shaking. I’m okay, papa, really. Thank you for concerning yourself with me, but I am alright.”

     He rubbed the side of his face with one hand before looking at you once more. “Y/n. I am an old man, and I am very tired. Let’s cut to the chase; one of my ghouls sold you out. I know that you haven’t been sleeping well, and that you are haunted by nightmares. I also know that tonight has been the worst so far. So please, come lie down with me.” He cupped your face with his ungloved hand. It was warm against your skin, and he rubbed the soft tip of his thumb in circles along your cheek. You melted into the touch, wishing for a moment to be held in his arms; after all, you knew that he would hold you safely and securely, allowing you to sleep soundly for once. After a few seconds, you pulled away, coming back to your senses. 

     “I-”

     “Yes, you can, and you will,” he urged you gently. “Now, come lie down, and get some proper rest for once. That is an order from your papa.”

     You sighed in defeat. “Okay.”

. . .

     It wasn’t long before Copia had coaxed you into his bed, nestled deep underneath the covers against him. You lay with your head on his chest, arm draped over his stomach. It made you seem needy, clinging to him the way that you did- but you didn’t care. Weeks of poor sleep and nightmares made you desperate, leaving you constantly exhausted. You wondered if you should have fought him a little more, insisted that you were okay and gone back to your bedroom- but part of you was glad to finally be held.

     It was dark in his bedroom, but you felt safe in his hold. The two of you laid like that for a while; you found yourself unable to fall asleep, and he refused to rest until you did. Despite being held so gently and being so exhausted, you simply couldn’t sleep. Your mind raced, thinking of anything and everything. What you had done that day, what you would be doing the next day, how you were pulling Copia away from his own precious sleep. You thought of your conversation earlier, how you could have slipped away instead of burdening him with your insomnia. You hoped that in the morning, he would not be too tired to carry out his duties. 

     After several moments of this, you heard him sigh before he placed a hand on your back. Gently, yet firmly, he rubbed his hand in circles, carefully massaging your tired muscles. He placed his other hand in your hair, combing through it gently and scratching at your scalp. You let out a gentle sigh, wrapping your arm tighter around him and nuzzling your face as close to him as you could get. 

     “C?”

     “Yes, amore?”

     Another quiet sigh escaped your lips as he worked into a sore spot. You completely lost your words, only responding with a quiet, “ohhh.”

     He let out a small chuckle. “Ah, there we go,” he purred, “I am shutting off that overactive brain of yours. Surely it must be difficult to rest with so many thoughts, si? So please, allow me to assist.” You found his gentle, soothing touches to be overwhelming. Soon, it was all you could think of, and you could do little except lie there and melt into him. Before long, you found yourself fighting sleep, wishing to enjoy the moment longer. Your eyelids fluttered shut, then open, then shut, then open again. “Ah, caro bambino, please. Rest your eyes. I will still be here in the morning; both yours and my own duties are put on hold until you have slept, and slept well. This means that you may rest as long as you need to, child."

"'Kay..." you mumbled into his chest, barely awake. Within seconds, your breathing had evened out, and you had gone lax within his hold. You could feel the exhaustion at the back of your mind, clouding your thoughts as you peered up at him with half-lidded eyes; he looked down at you with adoration, smiling as your eyelids slid shut finally and sleep overcame you.

. . .

     You awoke with a gentle start a few hours later, shaking slightly. You noticed it was still dark outside, and groaned in frustration. A familiar pain radiated through the hip you’d slept on, spreading through your leg and into your knee. Looking up, you noticed Copia, who was fast asleep; his face leaning against one of the many pillows he was propped against. His mouth was slightly ajar, soft snores escaping his lips. The shadows underneath his eyes were much clearer now that his face was relaxed completely; you felt terrible for keeping him awake earlier. 

     One of his hands rested on your back, the other still loosely tangled in your hair. Carefully, you removed yourself from his grasp, whimpering quietly as the pain in your hip increased greatly. He stirred, but didn’t wake as you sat on the edge of the bed. You waited a moment, feeling the pain begin to subside. Flexing your fingers, you could feel that your knuckles were swollen.

     You rubbed a fist into your tired eyes. They burned with exhaustion, and you longed for sleep once more; however, you knew that you would most likely not be sleeping again tonight. Every night, it was the same pattern; you would retire early, struggling to sleep for hours; and when you finally found rest, you would awaken only a few hours later in pain. Once you’d awakened, you would be awake the rest of the night. It was a vicious cycle that left you constantly exhausted, and you had grown tired of it long ago. 

     Tears pricked at the back of your eyes. You quickly rubbed both fists in your eyes, determined not to allow them to fall. You were unsuccessful as your joints ached and your body screamed for sleep. Once they started, you could not stop the steady stream from falling down your cheeks. Once the floodgates had opened, you were suddenly choking back sobs, trying to stay quiet so that you wouldn’t wake the man sleeping close to you. Your whole body shook violently and you doubled over, resting your elbows on your knees and pressing your face into your hands. Your sobs came out forcefully, and you found yourself gasping quietly for air. 

     “Y/n...?”

      Oh, no. 

     You sat up after hearing his voice. Though you had spoken to him many times, this time it felt... different. You longed once more to be held, for him to soothe you gently. Yet, you had already burdened him with so much. You couldn’t bring yourself to ask so much of him. 

     Another choked sob forced it’s way out of the back of your throat, and he quickly scrambled out of bed, making his way over to you. He knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Oh, tesoro. What is the matter? Are you unwell? Are you not sleeping well? Please, tell me so that I may help you.”

    You were unable to speak; this only worried him further. He reached up and brushed away your tears before pulling you into his embrace. He rubbed your back soothingly, whispering small phrases in a mix of Italian and Latin. You buried your face in his chest, sobbing into him. Weeks of pent-up frustration, sleepless nights, pain, and depression seemed to all come out of you all at once as you cried, tears staining his shirt. He paid this no mind, instead focusing on comforting you as much as he could. You clung to him tightly, as though you had been stranded in the middle of the ocean and he was the only piece of driftwood for miles. Sobs wracked your body, and you shook violently against his strong, steady hold. He truly was your lifeline. 

     Suddenly, you found your words. 

     “Cope... Copia...”

     “Shh, darling, I’m here for you,” he whispered, “I’m right here, let it out. It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

     You gripped his shirt tighter. “I’m sorry- Lord, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean it, I didn’t- I swear, I’m sorry-” He pulled you closer as you fell into hysterics once more.

     “Hey now, none of that, okay? You’re going to be okay, alright? I promise, you will get through this. But I need you to tell me what’s wrong, okay?”

     Your head bobbed slightly, and Copia wasn’t sure if you were nodding or on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. Probably both. 

     The sobs slowed, and you finally started to relax against him. “I’m sorry,” you started, sounding sincere. 

     “Shh, no more of that, now.” He brushed the hair from your face, and wiped away your remaining tears. “What can I do to help?”

     “You’ve already done so much,” your voice was choked, desperate. Still, he pressed on. 

    “Y/n. I want you to look at me.” When you did so, he felt his heart shatter. The shadows underneath your eyes were a dark, deep shade of purple. He saw many emotions in your eyes, and your face was flushed, a slight red color flooding your tearstained cheeks. “I will always be here for you. I know you are suffering. I need you to tell me how I can alleviate your pain, alright?” 

     “I... I don’t know.”

     “What hurts, child?” 

     “I just... I’m so tired, papa. And I’m sore from sleeping.”

     “Oh, dear. Is it the arthritis?” You nodded in response. 

     “Okay, I can work with that. How about a quick bath? To sooth those painful joints, yes? Doesn’t that sound nice?”

     You leaned further into him, exhaustion evident within your movements. “Yeah...”

    “Or would you like to rest instead?”

     You hummed in response, not fully awake. 

     “I’m going to take that to mean that you would like to rest instead.” He cradled you in his arms, moving to place you on the bed. While you were still in his arms, you whimpered, still in pain. “Oh, dear...”

     You opened your eyes, leaning up against him slightly. “Sorry. Must’ve drifted off.” 

     “That’s alright.” He set you back down on the bed. “I am going to get you some painkillers, and a heating pad. Then, in the morning, we will run you a hot bath. Does that sound good?”

     “Hm...”

     “Excellent.” He laid you back on the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before standing once more. “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.”

     You laid there for a few moments, fighting to stay awake until Copia returned. For once, you found evading sleep to be difficult; and you were grateful. 

     Not much time had passed when he returned with a bottle of extra-strength ibuprofen. He handed you three pills, which you took carefully; then he used his arms to support you as he placed a heating pad on your hip. When he crawled back into bed, you wasted no time cozying up next to him once more. Instead of laying your head on his chest, you opted to press yourself close to him as you possibly could; wrapping your arms around him, you curled up in the crook of his arm, tangling your legs together. He chuckled, loving every second of your sleep-deprived clinginess. He ran his hand through your hair once more, enveloping you in his loving embrace. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep once more, and stayed that way. 

. . .

@lightbluuestars     

#I'll do a part 2 later. It's 2 am for me and my sleep schedule is fucked #I tried to stay up late and get up early a few days ago to fix my schedule and it made things so much worse lol rip me #anyways this is very dramatic and self indulgent but my arthritis keeps waking me up so. here ya go I guess lol #copia x reader #papa copia #copia comfort #copia x chronic pain reader #copia #copia x reader insomnia #author is very tired it's been a long few days please forgive me for whatever this is #Hopefully I can manage writing on a regular basis soon #tw: medication #tw: chronic pain #tw: arthritis #tw: panic attack #tw: breakdown #If I missed any tags lmk

[theflyingfeeling]

fanfic rambling in the tags, nothing interesting really, just me talking to myself lol, okay to ignore or read as you please ✨

#so i've found the perfect prompt list for an olli/allu fic advent calendar sorta thing #but i'm too intimidated by my own expectations and ridiculously high standards to even start writing any of them 😭 #honestly these prompts are so insanely cute and fit olli/allu PERFECTLY #like. i'm actually having trouble deciding which ones to use because i want to write them all 🥺💞 #but i'm so so scared that i'll just end up writing the same (boring) story over again for 24 times 😔 #i wish i could just write without thinking and trying so hard to write a literary masterpiece #when i KNOW it's alright if it's just a silly little story about my blorbos #that's perfectly enough and i know this but my brain's just not having it 😩 #also if i were to write 24 independent fics i'd have to keep them short and simple but. that's not how i do fics. unfortunately (for me) #to overcome this i guess one option would be to write just one longer piece with 24 chapters #and somehow try to include the prompt of the day in each chapter 🤔 #but i don't want to make this even more complicated to myself lol especially because i'm planning to write AUs for a couple of the prompts #i REALLY want to do prompts (of any kind!!) but i'm just so scared of stressing myself out to another months-long writer's block 😭 #fair enough the last time that happened (last winter/spring) i was in a shitty place mentally anyway #and so far i've been happy to be writing on random bursts of inspiration. that's how it's the easiest for me. the words just...flow out #i'm so insanely jealous of anyone who can just create stuff when given any prompt 😭 #y'all are super humans to me how do you do it pls spill your secrets #and anyone tempted to comfort me by saying i shouldn't stress myself over this and that i don't have to write anything i don't wanna write: #i knoooooowwww and i appreactiate the sentiment but the thing is i actually DO want to write these prompts 😭 #in theory at least. because they really are cute as fuck wth 🥺 #the problem is that i can't /force/ myself to write something at the snap of my fingers without a clear idea besides the prompt #and also because i know it can take me days to finish even one story let alone 24 💀 #so to even START on this project is a little intimidating 🫣 #i just fear i won't have the patience :( #and when i realise i won't be able to finish the project i'll become frustrated with myself #if only i knew how to write shorter one-scenes in order to not tire myself out #but often i find those kind of fics somehow...unsatisfying :( #i'm just a sucker for crafting the context/background for stories. a little flesh around the bones if you will 🤧 #okay that's all now i'm gonna go stare at a wall while doing nothing useful for the rest of the weekend byeeee #if you read this far i hope you're having a nice saturday

[ruleofrosethorns]

HERE SHE IS!! MARIA!! (individual doodles under the cut)

little info bout the au, maria can shapeshift (with some limitations) but can only really become people close to James (for...reasons i might explain) so goes between "Mary" and "Harry" as she pleases

...she also enjoys being a lil prankster to James

just a couple of demonic ghouls hangin out on a friday night 🤪 !! (and their niece that they adore very much)

@partyinthemysterymachine . this one is for u <3

THE GIRLIE!! (i'm atucally pretty proud of her design)

#I'M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL IN A FEW DAYS SO I'LL START WRITING NOTES AND STUFF ABOUT THE AU #if y'all are interested i guess #i just want my favourite horrors to be besties and hang out #and yes to all 6 lisa/maria enjoyers THEY ARE DATING IN THIS AU #keeping up with the masons #kuwtm #<- gonna probably use this to refer to it sometimes too #harry mason #james sunderland #heather mason #lisa garland #maria silent hill #silent hill fanart

[blue-mood-blue]

I think the best explanation I have for how my creative mind works is that it is a scented candle - specifically, one of those dessert-themed ones. Walk into my metaphorical house and oh! There is the promise of delicious cake!

Except there is no cake. Only the tantalizing idea of it. Enough that everyone in Metaphor House is hungry and disgruntled, including the owner, who is even now blowing desperately at the candle

And the worst part is, I did not light the candle, I cannot put it out, and now I worry that inviting people over will lead to disappointment

#writing #i guess? #it would be funny if it wasn't so... not funny #i cannot stop coming up with ideas #i cannot make good on the ideas #and i worry that i'll be Too Much if i keep talking about the ideas with nothing to show for it #not to mention the Everything Else i can't seem to do either #promise i'm not trying to be dramatic i'm just Going Through It and i don't know how to say so anymore #i am laying on the floor in Metaphor House #just leave me here to do... whatever it is people do when they don't do anything anymore

[presiding]

new dishonored fic chapters published this weekend

yuri, yaoi, neither, or both, take your pick -

monster in the hull - f/f mature billie/emily 44k/90k

there's a void monster hunting through the dreadful wale

if you're not into billie/emily you'll still have fun <3

dishonored 2 rewrite, from billie lurk's perspective

daud's haunting the narrative

mark of the beast - m/m explicit daud/martin 58k/80k

daud's haunted tyvian farmstead. he's being followed by ghosts, and something that might be worse.

if the ship isn't your thing chapters 1-4 is a complete & neutral story. or read on...

#voidtober #kinktober #dishonored fic #dishonored #emily kaldwin #billie lurk #daud #teague martin #for the maybe one person who has noticed my word count estimate for monster in the hull keeps going up. #im having a lot of fun writing it. emily and billie are both compelling and there's a lot of detail :) #YURI FOR THE YURI GODS #YAOI FOR THE YAOI GODS #THIS COULD BE YOU DEAR READER #I GUESS IF YOU'RE NOT INTO EITHER I'LL JUST CALL YOU A GOD #THIS FEELS LIKE A REASONABLE COMPROMISE #cutting myself some slack for half hearted marketing here #22k published in one weekend is a lot. i think im JUST shy of having 250k total published ever so thats really cool! i should do the maths!

[cxpperhead]

Not going to be online much for the next two(?) weeks, just got told (yes, told!) I was going to be pulling doubleshifts and I only have Wednesdays off!!!

#🐍 || ooc #I was expecting this earlier in summer so getting blindsided now is kind of...? #I don't mind doing it and I like the work but fuck #One day off a week and I'm pulling 4-12am #On top of all the chores I have to keep up with at home #It'll be good motivation juice for when I can write again but ugh #I guess in the meantime I'll do little things and finish off Copperhead's about and stuff #Sorry for being an ass everyone I didn't expect getting voluntold to do 2 weeks of fresh hell #They better grant me time off in October for this

[hachama]

.

#I'm not doing great #we looked at an apartment today that would be #it would be.... OK? i guess? #it's not terrible #I've lived in worse places #but it's small and i don't know where I'll at up my desk and #I've just worked so hard for so long and i feel like i have nothing to show for it #i won't be able to write and i won't be able to keep much yarn or embroidery floss for crafting #there's not even space for bookshelves #I'm not coping real well right now

[raksh-writes]

Somehow, after months of not moving a muscle, I managed to get off my ass and do some light stretching + a whole damn abs routine too, that I still have no idea how I got through it, I remember it being hard on Normal day, and now my whole body is feeling this little workout and I'm like?? WHo are you?

Now to keep it going, tho...

#personal #Raksh posts #the anxiety and stress started creeping in #tho I have A FULL WEEK OFF with no classes nothing #so I was like - I might as well Try to get rid of that nibbling stress #and like damn this feels nice #also made me realize how out of shape I am :''') not that it's a surprise but still #gonna try and keep it up with at least like One thing a day #a couple of stretches or an exercise here and there so it's not just a one time thing (I Am prone to doing that) #tomorrow I have some logistics to maneuver around since Im going to the theater with a couple friends in the evening #and we're meeting earlier in the day for some drinks too bcs my last train is not late enough to go After the spectacle #but anyway I guess I'll try to do some stretches before noon and then figure out food before I go to the train station #damn maybe I can start getting myself back together #like I even started rereading my Voiles stuff - esp the BatB AU #and if I go back to writing it? goodness help me #I Know there are still people reading the ship but oh my god really?? #anyway I had to throw this out of myself I guess xD #Im still debating on making some pizza dough today and maybe making one to eat later hmmm #it's like - me making homemade pizza seems to always be a sign of getting out from some kind of slump/depressive episode #because I never have the energy or motivation when it's Bad but I Love pizza and actually enjoy making it so #yeah we'll see I guess #still half a day ahead hah

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

"yuri lowell is a manly heterosexual"

yuri lowell:

#DCB Comments #keeping this off my tales blog/out of tags bc i know the heteronormatives will come for me LOL #with their heteronormative v3speria dub (yes the dub actually altered/watered down #his relationship with a man probably bc it was too undertoney for them and western media is allergic to that) #not pictured in this post: the way yuri is used in official artwork with other tales characters #and is often surrounded by men. or the comic of him admitting he's popular with guys #also not pictured: the way yuri's alts for gacha games often feature flynn's color coding #and/or both of their color coding mixed into his outfit or accessories #also not pictured: the way yuri's wedding outfit alt is flynn color coded #also not pictured: the way yuri's bouquet in the other picture of his first outfit on this post #is almost identical to flynn's ''joke weapon'' bouquet of roses in the game #also not pictured: the entire gacha game of rays (that's based off respective game canon). i can't explain that to you in just tags #also yes yuri has a metal corset in that fourth picture. i don't... know many men who wear a corset #and the only other one i know in this franchise is in fact also the other main m/m pairing in the franchise #i also don't know many manly straight men who the character designers dress and style like this #i just want you all to know. if you're looking for a non heteronormative man. yuri has you covered #just maybe not so much in the dub just ignore that LOL. also worth mentioning that #japan gets a L O T of extra yuri material thanks to gachas merch and other official side material #everything in this post is official artwork and the last one is from this year #it's merch up for pre-order for t@lfes so yes they're still playing with his hair LOL #and yes if you ever pick up his game i am here to advertise to you not to play the dub (even tho the text will still sometimes be wrong...) #i am in fact writing giant lengthy posts abt it on my tales blog so i will not explain to you here in these tags #but the dub sapped yuri of so much emotion to make him seem cool and edgy and more of a troll #instead of playful fun and silly and just a dork but who is emotional when it matters #woe is them to let yuri's voice shake with heartbreak when he's worried abt a man! #i bet the localizers didn't even realize the entire opening theme song was abt yuri and another man and their relationship #maybe one day i'll make a fun post with all of flynn's color coding slapped all over yuri #also i BET there's someone out there who will see this and be like ''she's reaching'' #yeah i guess the official gacha game is reaching then too with how it treats yuri and flynn the same as the franchise's canon het pairs

[notthestarwar]

Have another snippet of my writing that I like. This one prob requires a bit of set up so,

This is a modern au. Jaster raises 10 of Jango's kids in his absence, before Cody runs away at 16. Years later, Jango is murdered and it turns out that he's been living in the same city as Cody all along, and so have Wolffe and Fox, each living completely different lives.

Excerpt from: the Last Days of Jango Fett

Cody’s gaze sweeps over the exterior of the gym and he wonders if he's making a mistake. He spent a lot of his time, growing up, in gyms like this. The faded lettering of the sign declares the gym’s official name to be ‘Koon’s training gym’ but scrawled over that, in grey lettering, is its true name ‘Plo’s bro’s’ he bites his cheek, wondering at the identity of Plo. If he’ll find him inside, or if the sign serves as only a fond memorial. He crosses the threshold and he may as well have stepped back in time.

He can hear a familiar voice, barking orders, corrections. But his gaze skips straight over the set of strong shoulders, the back of a head so much like his own, and instead he only has eyes for the ring, because inside, there is a boy who for all appearances could be Cody’s own; who could even be Cody himself, had you a loose grip on temporal structure.

Boba is good, better than a boy of his age should be, clearly Jango’s been training him. He still wouldn’t have stood a minute in the ring with Cody at the same age, not that that’s any fair comparison; Cody could have beaten them all. They said he was born with a golden ticket in his mouth. A right hook to end all right hooks and with it, a way out. For them all.

Cody had spent all his teen years training in a gym like this, just down the road from Jaster’s, born ability or not, he wasn’t given an easy ride. Jaster’s old buddies rallied together for one last go and they gave it their all. Within the walls of that gym, they lived again, they gave it all they had to train Cody like it were 30 years previous and they still had a chance in hell of winning. For a moment, it seemed like they would.

Cody in the ring had been a sight to behold. He and he only, could retrieve their last chance, lost to anyone else because no-one knew where it fell. But Cody and Cody only, he would rise to the top and he would reach and he would hold it in his hands. Glory. Lost and abandoned, left to gather dust from the day it had fallen from Jango’s hands. Theirs, once again. Cody could have saved them all.

But. Cody couldn’t be that for them. He had the talent, sure. He had the drive to make it to the top, for certain. More than all of that, he had that magic, that thing you can’t quite put a word to, that made him a sight to behold in the ring. Like pure gold. But there was one thing Cody didn’t have, the wherewithal to be his Fathers keeper. Cody did not have it in him, to live his life for a man that did not want him. Glory in the ring; that was Jango’s dream, not his.

Born on a cool November, against the odds, Cody entered the world a healthy 9'5 with a healthy set of lungs to match. Jango did not know of this, Jango was not there.

Cody, healthy and round, had been placed in to the arms of a woman who had looked down upon her son and immediately known that she could never, quite, be what he needed and so she hadn’t tried to be.

Once when he was young, Cody had overheard Jaster speak of her. Only the once and not of the woman herself but of her, as Jaster put it, ‘sentimental bullshit’. Jaster was a strong believer in facing up to your problems and the woman who had given birth to Cody, did quite the opposite.

That woman had looked in to her babies eyes, and had delivered that baby, quite promptly, to Jaster’s doorstep. An undetermined amount of time later, Jaster had answered the door to find two bottles of milk and Cody, laying on the doormat.

Cody had been left quite alone, with nothing but a blanket, and a note; explaining that his mother, having looked in to her son’s eyes’, had immediately known that she could never contain quite the amount of love that her son would need and was therefore, leaving him to his Father, a man she was sure was more than capable. Jaster, who at this point was already responsible for two of Jango’s progeny, suspected otherwise; as he had told the milkman that day after he had kindly knocked and asked if Jaster was quite aware there was a baby sleeping on his doorstep.

That day, standing there speaking to Jaster as a baby laid between them, the milkman, in a moment of startling honesty, had looked down to the babe and told Jaster that upon the birth of his first son, he had worried that he wouldn’t be suited to fatherhood, but had since realised that all the little ones really needed; was loving. Jaster, not having slept through the night in about 2 years by that point, had bluntly retorted that love would not feed yet another mouth and so, he would be needing another bottle of milk, before sweeping down to gather the child to his chest, the note laying unneeded on the doorstep.

Cody had heard Jaster reason, through that crack in the kitchen door, that the last thing any child needed was a bit of paper telling them their parent didn’t have it in them to love them enough. Jaster had known, from that first glance at Cody, as all parents do, that upon finding that Cody needed more love, he might only ever meet such a thing with carving out just a bit more space in his heart or wherever else love is kept, to hold it.

To Jaster, parenthood was not about biology, it was simply about being needed and being the kind of person, that would change themselves however necessary, to meet that need.

That day in the kitchen, Jaster’s friend had shortly weighed him up to be a ‘soft fool’ who ‘only had it coming’ ‘what with all these doorstep babies’, but Jaster hadn’t seemed to mind. In the following years, Cody had rarely heard him talk like that again, but the sentiment lived on with him all the same, carried with him until he was old enough to understand what such a thing really meant.

Not that Jango ever stopped by to see it for himself, but everyone who met Cody declared him to be the spit of him. Cody was Jango’s second coming for sure, it didn’t matter that Jango was still walking the earth. Everyone who saw Cody in the ring was sure that he’d been delivered upon them to finish what Jango could not.

Cody often worried, that he wouldn’t quite weigh up in the eyes of Jaster, who had afterall, known Jango the best. Cody rather worried, that he instead, might take after his maternal side. The type to run from problems rather than face them. Because of this fear, Cody spent his whole life rising to each and every problem until one day, he did quite the opposite.

In the early hours of the day Cody’s big match was to be held; the one that was sure to shoot him right to the top, so high that his eyebrows would brush the stars and the rest of them, they’d all be able to fall on clouds; the big match that wasn’t just Cody’s ticket to a kinder life but everyone’s, his showstopper, Cody had found himself with a bag over his shoulder walking the track out of town.

When he reached the end of that track, where the old road met the big one, he’d found Jaster sat waiting for him.

Jaster had offered Cody a small smile and, told him he was beginning to worry that he wouldn’t come. Then, he had met his eyes and wished him luck. Jaster had said that he was proud of Cody, for having reached the same conclusion that Jaster himself had; Jaster knew that Cody was not put on this earth to right Jango’s wrongs, Cody was here, only to be Cody , and besides, he never had to worry about turning out to be the kind of person that Jaster might not like, because the thing about raising someone, is you keep loving them no matter who they might turn out to be.

Later that day, as one by one the fields passed him by, Cody had looked out the window of the coach and known with a surety that sometimes, the only way you can face your problems, is by leaving.

That day, Cody left the memory of Jango Fett behind, in search of a life where there was a bit of room to be Cody Mereel, and he had never once looked back.

Cody had left the memory of Jango behind, in the pursuit of himself, but now, here was Boba.

Boba had not left Jango behind as he hadn’t been given time to, Jango was only a ghost in Cody’s childhood but he was something more real to Boba. That is at least, until one day, when he was just gone.

For the first time, Cody looks behind himself and there, following, as he always has been, is the boy he left behind. Cody had to leave that boy in order to become the man he is today. he doesn’t regret it, he likes who he is, who he allowed himself to become, by leaving. But now he can see that in order to help Boba, he needs to be both the man who’s risen above the ghost of his father and also, the boy who could never quite live up to the memories his father left behind.

For the first time in his adult life, Cody remembers what it was to be the son of Jango Fett and then, against better reason, he holds on tight to that memory. When he looks back over his shoulder once again, there isn’t anyone there. That boy is looking forward as Cody looks forward and when he takes his next step, they take it as one. Cody is whole and he is his self, he is as he always has been, wholly and completely.

In the gym that is in every way, both the same and nothing like those of his childhood, Cody takes another step and then another, until his toes are almost touching the side of the ring.

Boba sees him first, just a glance and then, Cody sees the moment that his face registers. Boba just stops in space, he blinks wide eyes at the sight of him before tilting his head, letting those same eyes trace over Cody.

Now that he’s seen Jango Fett, Cody knows precisely why he might garner such a reaction, Cody didn’t have a dad so he has no idea what it is like to lose one. He can’t quite imagine what this must be like for Boba, it’s just you and your dad and then, he is murdered. Your dad dies and you are 10, and then, almost identical men start spilling out of the cracks of the city.

Boba has been distracted for long enough now that Wolffe has given up on trying to call his attention back, he turns to see what has the boy’s attention caught and soon comes up short himself.

Cody looks up at his big brother for the first time in 20 years and swallows.

“Hi Wolffe.” He says quietly.

Wolffe is frozen, even more so than Boba, not even his eyes move and now Cody looks at him, he isn’t sure if they can. One side of his brothers face is heavily scarred, like something long ago scraped across the surface, even from here Cody can see that the eye on that side is clouded.

His brother takes in a loud breath, “Cody?”

And then before Cody can even think to answer, Wolffe is moving, rolling out of the ring until he can engulf Cody in his arms.

Cody is the same size as Wolffe now but somehow it doesn’t feel like it, he feels dwarfed, finally back in his brothers arms and why did Cody ever think he could live without this? Wolffe’s arm is cradling his head and the other is bracing Cody’s back and he can feel his head tucked against Cody’s own and Cody has been alone for 20 years and he didn’t have to be, he knows this now, as well as he knows anything.

Cody doesn’t know what he expected. He doesn’t know what he expected from any of this. The past week has been a storm. An uncontrollable thing that you can only watch happen.

Had he thought maybe that upon seeing him, Wolffe might hit him?

Maybe that he would berate him for leaving?

Cody didn’t know who the adult his brother had grown in to really was. Maybe he had expected him to be cold, distant in the face of the brother that left them all? Cody had showed them all that it was possible to leave, that such a thing wasn’t only the purview of Jango and from what Rex had said that had left their family fractured. It had never been the same again after Cody left and showed everyone that they could leave. One by one, they had each followed him in to the unknown, lost to each other thanks to him.

Had he thought any of that, he would have been wrong. The man holding him isn’t any of that, he is just Wolffe, he is just Cody’s brother.

They are together, once again.

#Commander Cody #Jaster mereel #commander wolffe #modern au #star wars fic #fanfic #mywriting ntwyw #the rest of the fic is OK i guess but i don't like it nearly as much as i like this one part #there's one other part i really like of it so maybe I'll post a bit of that here #but as a whole I'm a bit conflicted. it's a police au and while i really like reading completely removed from reality police au's #writing them is kinda difficult cause i didn't want to create like copaganda.the parts of police au's that are fun are all the bad policing #but when i was writing about bad policing i felt like i needed to keep adding disclaimers like: if a irl police officer does any of this #its not OK. one of my fav ways to write about characters is to explore the inadvertent hurt humans can cause each other #they aren't bad people but that doesn't mean they cant do bad things without meaning to. anyway turns out that's hard when ur #writing a police au. cause as characters i want them to be sympathetic but i feel all kind of ways about writing a #bad police officer that's sympathetic. i felt like i needed to be like. as a human they are sympathetic. as a police officer? #none of these ppl should be doing this job #ended up being a lot harder than i thought #was also difficult writing a whodunnit that wasnt actually about the murder. #the case is closed but its like. thats not what the stories about #so yeah ended up being more difficult to write than i was expecting #my writing ntwyw